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sap - b4 the documentary dropped lyrics

[verse 1: sap]
tick tock niggas time running out
d-mn i don’t hear people run their mouths
i swear we started with less than an inch
now b-tch i’m running miles
know sap got a hundred styles so who want it now
young k-i-n-g please don’t tip me
only niggas who envy pockets be empty
how could you hint tease
not hungry when i got phonies
trying to put me down but i remain in my spot homies
stop homie, this is a greatest of all time spot only
hit records on my old laptop does not arm it like f-ck it
make new shit that make you sick
throwing shots and think you slick it’s plain stupid
you can’t do this without being a barbarian
k!ll every verse my beats is where the bars get buried in
i’m marrying the craft, each year i’m renewing my vows
every day a new b-tch ruin my towels

[verse 2: the game]
i was working the block
little nigga i was signed to the rock
not hov and bigs the [?] was big, my row was big
momma banging on my door, b-tch the stove my gig
used to cook at chef boyardee
chop and roll up tree, enough weight to fit a new rv
never imagined my path would be to music
had a ball and a nine because nigga i could shoot it
the bloods recruiting, usc recruiting
all the while i’m in the streets recouping
got barbecue washing my coupe
fiends all in my coupe
banging biggie “b-tch give me the loot”
repping the letter b, they said i would never be
the king of anything but the methamphetamines
they was praying for my downfall
praying that my heart stopped way back before the doc-mentary dropped

- sap lyrics

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